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The Breakup

I was so sure That you Were the one.

You caught my eye, My heart leapt. I reached out And immediately you were mine.

Beautiful. Bold. A little dangerous. I thought You were the perfect Fit for me.

But now I doubt.

When we’re together, I grow uncomfortable. Standing apart, you are perfect. But as we walk our path together I admit it. I long for another.

Beautiful stilettos. We’re not meant to be. I’m leaving you For another—

One that is a better fit For me. One that doesn’t Make me Cry.

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